It's not your indifference that makes the differenceI think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed, healed, and egg-shelled, brooms down, all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride away

your insignificance is another storyyou spoke of it when you were cigarette but an ashtray backing up into your mother's armsbegging yourself to get off the swing a little salty, a little small, and a little too steadyentrapping this case of field armor and worms we embarked entrepid along a lonely nightback to where disease was just the word ~wind~on top of this you erected a tent, just in case

oh what it was likefor me to for me only writeI heard birds in a fire! and a fireflyburning besides where the sky was cornered and forced to dry a long time into that night

did you recover?

prospering doesn't hang that much downif at all when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I didright up the wallembiled inside you--green like an inner childwhere you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it

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The Argonaut wrote:

This isn't about fighting. It's about pushing up.

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It's not your indifference that makes the differenceI think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed, healed, and egg-shelled, brooms down, all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride away

your insignificance is another storyyou spoke of it when you were cigarette but an ashtray backing up into your mother's armsbegging yourself to get off the swing a little salty, a little small, and a little too steadyentrapping this case of field armor and worms we embarked entrepid along a lonely nightback to where disease was just the word ~wind~on top of this you erected a tent, just in case

oh what it was likefor me to for me only writeI heard birds in a fire! and a fireflyburning besides where the sky was cornered and forced to dry a long time into that night

did you recover?

prospering doesn't hang that much downif at all when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I didright up the wallembiled inside you--green like an inner childwhere you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it

You got your sheep goat's face up I see lemon-berried scapegoat as slippery

I suspect you've lined them up with carmel-apple-colored barrettes

baby hog's breath shaped like your wigwam memories etched like the time you left in leftfield's basketball court skating rink hot cocoa

snot kisses

Christmas used to be mine

I gave it to you as a gift you sent it back to a different address that's how it goes around each time I guess I expect some things to remain as crisp as wonderful yet each return is so changed it leads to the downhill ski slope I am forever guest hosting

I didn't sign up to be this turn style or the stylus (did I give you the stylus or just the records?) stuck on repeat, i wish i could dismember the skip spinning on the icon i loved so much how would you like this to be your bones, your teeth, your skin? all to do without but watch it be done in front of you every day would you like two or seven of them to go? nah. I always just get them to stay.

minutes absorb what is water to thoughtthought I'd add another log to the thought I'd adhere to that which pulled me inand under your wrenches snow, clanging, your voicethought I'd with pebbles and small things tossed inrabbits, stars, darknessone cricket, two cricket fireand just looking at you

Elusive on longevity mutually excluding every difference better for the portrayal than road rage long foretold it long live rock that well-passed itdriving down the freeway aurora borealis in chains what remains is not the song that's been sung beforebut said before

and best forgiven deeply not caring because you do so

with shepherds marking your every villageunder your every rock camouflage

_________________

The Argonaut wrote:

This isn't about fighting. It's about pushing up.

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remember that dark green nighttime web-like spines down your backlaughter ceased with every tearing when I walked inPeruvian sheep, and a home-made crown awesome calling your duty is

love is so tremendously down some forty-nine-yard beaten-to-death pathwhere all the forest hides the stars and instead preserves tar leaves

looktreachery is not given an arm or a coat, it is given a verseit's leaving us tomorrow on it's crazy wind-swept pathoscan only ever be contained up there in mollusk high dreamsbut because it isn'tnever did you ever

love is in your lapit spread through your veinscrossing ravines and roots canalmahybe at the last moment we will knowall the time spent on the smallest thingstwo directions relative to ground inhale it the dogtall but round in your lapdarting eyeswagging flapcooling armsmagnificent umbrella signals motion open to where we shake it, there we shouldmagnetism and a personyou go where attracted to